When Kitty wakes
we snuggle.
I stroke, their back, their flank, the hair out of their cute face.
Tickle behind Kitty’s ears
and kiss kiss kiss the top of their head.
We find peace.
I shower them with love and affection.
Thanking them with my touch,
worshipping Kitty as I should.
In a frisson of excitement,
waiting for the primal beast to reawaken.
To pin me down,
bite me,
take me,
ravage me.
Demand my surrender.
Exert control.
Make me vibrate with fear
and lust.
So. Much. Lust.
The beast pounces.
I squeal in shock
Pant hard through the pain,
gasp quickly to drink in air,
and their musk
and every nuance of the moment.
Shaking, quivering, vibrating
with panic and pain and ecstasy.
Until Kitty wakes once more.
Perfect cycle of
savagery and snuggles.
Giving my flesh,
Giving my service,
Giving myself.
Even wild beasts
Need love
Beautiful words, and I love the rhythm you have in these words!
Rebel xox
Thank you :D